Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Poem

  • Feed Me

    all the tired lovers regurgitating their love over and over and over again Read more

  • Sometimes

    sometimes, love leaves me like a dream upon waking and although i fight to keep it it just won’t stay sometimes, my heart aches from all my mistakes all those words that i kept silent hidden from the ones i loved for so long sometimes, i wish i could make the right move and not… Read more

  • Islands

    showering drunken kisses upon her wet lips the night burns with fire and wine she says she’s ugly that somehow she’s not good enough but i can’t keep my hands off her breathless and wild there’s nothing more i want than to take her in my arms and make us one surrounded by neon ghosts… Read more

  • Let’s Get Lost

    give me a lover who dreams like i do not another obsessed by the mundane oh, the banality of our lives lusted after with blind stupidity in the blind hope that to become like everyone else will somehow set us free instead, take me by the hand and dare to step outside let’s get lost… Read more

  • Guts

    it’s raining outside and i’m sickened blacked out and howling to the moon my guts everywhere chewed up like a plastic bottle left in pieces all over the floor being alone doesn’t bother me though not really i like the silence and my own company brings nothing but solace to think of her with another… Read more

  • Writing, Solitude, and the Need to Express Myself

    Writing gives me two things. The first is an incredible sense of freedom. The second a plateau of loneliness. You need to cut yourself off from people to write, that’s as simple as anything. But it’s not just about needing time alone to physically write, it’s about meditating- losing yourself in your head. Sometimes, I spend… Read more

  • Love’s Embrace

    open your skull try to realise what it means when you’re alone and gasping for air those moments when love immerses you in its nature the desperate sense of longing that takes over yearning for the one you love’s embrace the one your dreams revolve around who sleeps deep inside your heart making a nest… Read more

  • Noir

    dusk, bottled beer glass cities surrounding soft machines, so low love lies bleeding echoes, of future noir a maze of neon graves bright lights, glowing the killing streets, cold like hanging stars skylines, burning with no escape Read more

  • Yeh

    yeh, pouting, pointless, lipless beauty with those big, pretty eyes green, blue, doesn’t matter there’s nothing particular nothing memorable, about the likes of you you, who make them go weak at the knees making them abuse themselves at night gasping for air clutching hollow bones whilst thoughts of your body explode in their feeble, sweaty… Read more

  • The Only Way There Is

    on sunday mornings when the sun comes flooding in through the window all of my mistakes and all of my regrets shine with a beauty that makes me smile from ear to ear the madness that burns brighter than the sun the sadness darker than the deepest sea it dazzles me completely sometimes, i fall… Read more